The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 126

Before he knew it, the Demon Lord was glaring with eyes that looked ready to pounce at any moment.

However, while hesitating at the thought that Amon might have a ‘hidden card’, the desire to punish Amon, who had interfered with her plant, was stronger now that the goddess Banumin had manifested on earth.

“Die.”

The moment the Demon Lord swung her hand with an icy voice.

-Craaack-!

Following the trajectory of the hand swing, the scenery was crushed, and the buildings and walls that were part of that scenery collapsed as if sliding diagonally.

A single strike from the Demon Lord cut through space itself!

While the crowd kneeling to pay respects to goddess Banumin managed to survive the Demon Lord’s untimely strike thanks to Banumin, Amon, who was facing them head-on, would have had no way to dodge.

That’s what the Demon Lord thought.

Common sense would dictate so.

However,

‘What…!?’

Amon was already glaring at the Demon Lord while lowering his body as if prostrating.

The Demon Lord got goosebumps at that sight.

‘This detestable human! So you did have a hidden card after all!’

No, that wasn’t it.

There wasn’t particularly anything hidden – he had simply quickly lowered his body to dodge when he sensed something wasn’t right.

And cold sweat poured from Amon’s entire body at the sight of buildings collapsing with a thunderous roar.

‘What the hell is this?’

He had thought about prostrating himself expecting maybe just a slap to the face.

He didn’t want to get slapped in the face at their first meeting, after all.

But if he had let his guard down thinking ‘Whatever, let’s just take the hit!’, he would have bid farewell to this world right then and there.

Therefore, the first emotion that came was fear.

But humans don’t always run away from the fear they face.

‘That building, wasn’t it one that Rustianel built recently?’

The emotion that followed fear was anger.

“What kind of bullshit is this!”

Amon sprang up like a coiled spring from his crouched position and struck the Demon Lord’s chin.

“Kieeeek!”

With a scream like a water deer, the Demon Lord’s eyes shook with shock as they soared into the air.

‘W-what is this!?’

She was none other than the Demon Lord.

Moreover, even though she had been thoroughly prepared in case Amon had a hidden card, she was helplessly hit and knocked back.

‘I definitely put up a mana barrier, but he broke through it? A mere human?’

The mana barrier is so sturdy that even dragons dare not break it.

Amon’s fist had penetrated through without any resistance and struck their chin.

The Demon Lord, who had tumbled to the ground with a thud, hurriedly got up.

“H-how dare you, such insolence…!”

“Insolence? Insoleeence?”

They say people grow alike when they live together.

Drawing out the end of her words like Sloth, Amon pointed his finger with bulging eyes.

“You completely demolish buildings that were just built and talk about insolence? Are you crazy!”

Anger boiling up along with memories of not being able to embezzle construction funds!

Regret over the collapse of the building that Rustianel had decorated with crafting jewels!

How much would Rustianel’s eyes gleam with greed to restore that!

Slapping his palm against his fist, Amon glared and said.

“I don’t care anymore. I may not become a Dragon Slayer, but let me try becoming a Demon Lord Slayer.”

“Y-you, have you truly gone mad!?”

“Did I look sane to you just now?”

Though the Demon Lord growled while flinching, it didn’t reach the ears of Amon who had lost his mind.

Moreover, deep down there was also the calculation of ‘Oh? This seems more doable than I thought.’

‘Even a Demon Lord gets knocked back when hit. Plus, it felt pretty good hitting her.’

As proof, wasn’t the Demon Lord whimpering while clutching her aching chin?

‘I see. Creatures like Elder Drakes are just too big. Even if I punch them, they don’t feel it due to the weight difference. But the Demon Lord?’

Since the Demon Lord took the form of a woman, she was quite smaller than Amon!

But wouldn’t there be guilt about hitting a Demon Lord in female form?

If Amon had such a thing, why would Sloth, Fiora, Anar’el, and Brestle have gotten hit by him!

Seeing Amon eagerly taking steps with thoughts of thoroughly beating up his opponent, an emotion called fear subtly appeared in the Demon Lord’s eyes.

‘Why isn’t the mana barrier working? Originally even dragons wouldn’t dare break through the mana barrier and would be knocked back.’

Of course, there was no time to think.

Amon was already swinging his fist right in front of her.

Whoooosh-!

She barely managed to dodge, but cold sweat ran down the Demon Lord’s back at the explosive sound that tore through the air.

Could such a sound really come from a punch thrown by a human?

“Oh? You dodged? Keep dodging. Try dodging more.”

The opponent was the Demon Lord, a public enemy.

Meeting an opponent whose death would be celebrated, Amon was ready to go wild like a fish in water.

‘Now just one step remains until becoming a Demon Lord Slayer.’

Well, of course!

If Boris was a hero, then how great must Amon, the hero’s teacher, be!

‘So my life being in the gutter until now was to become a hero who subjugated the Demon Lord!’

Isn’t achieving something through hardship and adversity the basics of being a hero?

The Demon Lord was busy dodging attacks with disheveled hair from Amon’s menacing force as he swung his fists with crazed eyes.

‘T-this damn human, I’ll tear him apart at the slightest opening! Just a small opening, an opening…’

But there was no opening at all.

As fists were wildly swung with such fierce force that would make even tigers wet themselves, the Demon Lord who vividly remembered getting hit in the chin and rolling on the ground earlier could realize one fact.

‘…Don’t tell me I’m going to get beaten to death like this?’

A situation where she couldn’t find any chance to counterattack.

An opponent immune to mana barriers.

Was the Demon Lord, who had revived after 6666 years to accomplish great things, going to be beaten to death barehanded by a mere human?

Upon realizing this fact, the Demon Lord let out a shrieking scream.

“Sisteeer! Stop this bastard!”

The Demon Lord called for help from their sister and nemesis, goddess Banumin.

* * *

Goddess Banumin was in a particularly good mood.

Although she felt slightly annoyed seeing her sister and nemesis the Demon Lord right after arriving in the mortal realm, that irritation soon melted away like snow.

“Worship me.”

“Ohhh! Goddess of Order!”

“Praise me.”

“Ohhh! We pay our respects to Goddess Banumin!”

The thrilling sensation of countless humans bowing their heads and voices worshipping her at her feet!

‘Ah, how long has it been since I’ve been to the mortal realm.’

While staying in the divine realm and looking down at the mortal realm almost daily, a hero who drew the divine sword had appeared.

‘To think such a young and cute child is the new hero. This will be fun.’

Moreover, as she glanced sideways while receiving praise from believers, wasn’t her sister and nemesis the Demon Lord doing some kind of dance with a human?

‘Are they acquainted? Why are they dancing together?’

There shouldn’t be any humans they know after being revived after 6666 years.

“Ohhh! Goddess Banumin!”

“Ah, yes. Praise me.”

“Ohhhh!”

She decided to put aside thoughts about her sister and just enjoy the humans’ praise for now.

After all, now that she had manifested in the mortal realm, the Demon Lord wouldn’t dare harm humans recklessly.

Therefore, Banumin was in the middle of enjoying the humans’ praise while maintaining what she thought was the most devout posture.

“Sisteeer! Stop this bastard!”

“…Huh?”

Banumin turned her head at the sudden piercing scream that hit her eardrums.

And Banumin was startled when she finally took a proper look at the Demon Lord.

She had thought they were just dancing with some human, but the Demon Lord was busy dodging punches thrown by the human with disheveled hair.

‘What is she doing? Why is she dodging punches thrown by a mere human like that?’

At that moment.

-Boom!

As Amon’s fist buried itself between the Demon Lord’s brows with a sound like rocks shattering, the Demon Lord flew helplessly and rolled on the ground.

Banumin froze at that sight.

“…Huh?”

What did I just see?

The Demon Lord and gods, including divine beings, could be said to be ‘mana’ itself that makes up the world moving with consciousness.

Therefore, when they seriously defend themselves, all the mana in the world becomes a barrier to block threats.

‘That’s why I give heroes who subjugate the Demon Lord my divine sword Nukhael to temporarily cut through that mana, and yet…what was that…?’

Isn’t the gods’ mana barrier something that even dragons can’t easily break through?

‘Ah, I see. That Demon Lord, she must not be able to use her powers properly yet since it hasn’t been long since she was unsealed.’

That must be why she called out for ‘sister’, a word she hadn’t uttered for tens of thousands of years.

Banumin smirked and decided to help the Demon Lord just this once, also to calm the commotion.

Swoosh-

Banumin, who had been enjoying humans’ praise in the sky, descended to the ground.

And she blocked Amon, who was about to throw a punch at the Demon Lord who had barely managed to get up and was staggering.

And while blocking Amon’s fist with a mana barrier, she said.

“Now, human. Calm dow-”

Boom!

As if a mana barrier meant nothing, the goddess flew back after getting hit square in the philtrum by Amon’s fist, using the staggering Demon Lord as a cushion as they rolled on the ground.

As a result, the unconscious goddess and Demon Lord were writhing while piled on top of each other, and Amon, who had accidentally knocked out both the goddess and Demon Lord together, gaped his mouth.

“W-what is this…?”

And while Amon was surprised, there were others who were even more shocked.

“G-goddess!”

Led by First Priest Raizen, the leader of the Divine Sword Expedition, the priests let out screams filled with shock and horror as they stood up.

And Raizen shouted with all the ill feelings from earlier when Amon had preached about ‘justice’ to give students a chance to draw the divine sword first:

“Arrest that blasphemous one who committed sacrilege against the divine immediately!”

“Yes! First Priest!”

Seeing the priests charging while swinging their maces, the priests’ weapon, Amon realized.

As always, this time too.

‘I’m screwed.’

That’s what he realized.